This is a beautiful piece someone sent me long ago in a Winter Solstice Card. I have no idea who wrote it, and would love to know. I’ve inserted copies myself into Yule cards and used it in Yule rituals, where it’s worked wonderfully well.
Sol Invictus
The sun is a golden egg.
The sun is the yolk of
the egg.
The sun is the Ostara
egg, a cosmic egg, the egg of beginning
The sun is the ring of
Solomon
The sun is the luminous
bull of great horns goring the darkness
The sun is a golden
haired lion
The sun is a shaman, a
shape-shifter, a magician of hairy and furry and wondrous parts
The sun disguises itself
as a hog, a world boar, a goat, a ram
The sun is an elephant
trapped in a net of night
The sun hides itself in the
wolf-skin of night
The sun takes the moon as
his mistress of dreaming
The sun is the red cock
of morning, the cock with the golden crest, the cock with the jewel crowing
The sun is a winged horse
The sun is a hawk with
iron claws
The sun is an eagle with
far-staring eyes
The sun is a lion-headed
bird
The sun disguises itself
as a cuckoo and sits on the scepter of Hera
The sun is a crested lark
The sun is a quail,
crying out against the moon who lures him into the darkness of night, into the
cold of winter
The sun is called
Lohengrin
The sun is honored with
fire, holy fire
The sun acknowledges the
sacredness of lizards and fireflies
The sun takes as a bride
the aurora of morning for whom the moon sews a wedding robe with a thread that
will not break
The sun is king of the
hill, the great mathematician of the year, the phoenix dying and being reborn
again, always and forever
The sun is a crab
retracing its steps backwards to winter
The sun sleeps in the
house of Capricorn
The sun breaks its iron
cradle and leaps out on the back of day, startling the dreams of animals and
children
The sun is free and
laughing and dancing the birthday gavotte on the solstice day in December
Felix natalis
O sol invictus
Felix natalis
O holy sun
Felix natalis
Beloved sun
Felix natalis, felix natalis,
felix natalis